And the Sleazeballprize 2010 goes to.…

August 11, 2010

I am on vacation. I have diligently avoided sitting in front of the computer ever since Barcelona. As I’ve said, I’m doing art: working on one major project , painting a bit — but mainly thinking: projects I’d like to do, approaches I’d like to develop further, meaning of life, future of media, whatever… Working on my life, simply.

Princess Sophie in Paradiset

And I would have liked to keep it that way. Last night I parked Princess Sophie in Paradiset in the Stockholm Archi­pelago — appropriately named so — and had some fresh smoked shrimp with white wine on the deck with the family at sunset. It was about as perfect as life gets.

But my mind was elsewhere.

Earlier during the day I’d gotten a phonecall from a colleague and a very good friend mine. The nicest of guy, several kids, just trying to make his living through his pictures. He’d just received a call from Aller (a major magazine publisher in Finland) demanding — well you know, the usual: all the rights now and in the future for all the company’s publica­tions, no compen­sation for this, legal respon­si­bi­lities for the photo­grapher, etc. You know the story, the same bullshit the industry has been pushing aggres­sively for the past year at least.

Actually, I have no complaints about theses “all rights” -agree­ments. I have several myself, all with a bit different terms — terms we have agreed together. With — I should not say this, but I will — all with financial compen­sation I can live with.

No, I am not proposing the Sleaze­ballprize 2010 for that. it’s not the content but the delivery: “You have 48 hours to sign the paper or we will call off all the work we have already agreed on and you will never work for any of our publica­tions again. Ever.”

There is a obvious reason for this hasty approach: during this week all the union lawyers are still on vacation and they have said that they will start dealing with the freelance contracts next week.

Who in their right mind let’s carbage like that out of their mouth? Whatever the publisher or you boss tell you to do, you really go and repeat it, even if you can taste the pure shit in your mouth? That is pure black­mailing, simple as that, kicking somebody at the moment when they are most vulne­rable, lying on the ground . One should go to jail for that.

If I called up somebody and to speed up our business interaction would spice it with “you know, I know which school your kids go to…” or “I know you live in a beautiful wooden house, I’m sure you have a good fire alarm installed…” what would be the diffe­rence? Yes, mine would be a direct threat deserving a criminal charge… yet, at the times like this, they sound awfully alike, don’t you think?

If I were working for a publisher and given no choice but to propose something like that I’d just quit myself. I’m not the most handsome guy, but I still like to take a look in the mirror occasio­nally and silently approve what I see. There is a limit each and everyone should allow themselves to be pushed. Yes, obviously I don’t have that problem — and as I don’t work for Aller either — it’s easy for me to tell them kiss my ass.

But it’s not about Aller actually, it’s about people. Germany in forties had a similar system: just follow the orders, it’s not actually your life or your decision — and thus, you are not respon­sible.

At the age of 48 I am a veteran in this business. The 30–35 year olds now elbowing to the lower and middle management positions take for granted that this kind of dealing is the correct modus operandi in our field and in human relations in general: save your own ass, make the profit margin of your employer maximized, and you shall be blessed with a bonus and another year of your cushy, steady job. You can piss on people, you can screw them, you can tramp on them, you can blackmail them… after all, they are just freelancers, they are not human. Sounds familiar?

Shame on you!

I am sure other publishers will follow again in the fall, try to push same kind of papers through. This is a desperate attempt to save money as if that would change something. Trust me: it doesn’t. You are just wasting your most valuable asset: the creative, talented people whose work might be interesting enough for the readers (and adver­tizers) to pay something for in the future. Maybe.

Black­mailing contracts like this will just make sure that there is no atmosphere for creative talent to exist — at the time when it really would be needed.

The words of another friend earlier this summer have been haunting me: “You know Kari, the economy has gotten a boost forward, I’m sure it’ll be better in the fall”.

Let me spell it out for you: “NOITWON*T”.

The death spiral the print is experiencing has practically nothing to do with the present economic crises. What we are experiencing is a struc­tural change. The recession works merely as a catalyst, that’s it. Unless some creative measures are taken, it will not get better. Not this year, not the next one either.

And butt-fucking freelancers during the holiday period do not read as “creative measures” in my book. It is purely an evil and mean act and should be punis­hable by the law.

7 Replies to “And the Sleazeballprize 2010 goes to.…”

Good point again Kari “You are just wasting your most valuable asset: the creative, talented people whose work might be interesting enough for the readers (and adver­tizers) to pay something for in the future” this same thing is going now everywhere.… and it’s so disturbing all the visual and creative experience is vanishing and all the media is same boring stuff.….

thanks for commenting — so rare in Finland ;-). I just got back from sailing and I am slowly orienting myself to the real world. Checked the daily news on our local papers.… tits and ass, tits and ass, some violence, somebody dying in the sauna, boring, boring, boring… I don’t know whether to laugh or cry… but it is frustrating. Yet, at the same time, I look at people I have been teaching in e.g. Tampere: there is some real talent — or better — true desire to create something new there, but no place to flourish, no place to show their work. As I said, I’ve been off computer for the whole summer, but I will be getting very active with the blog etc. now in the fall. Funny, in a way I consider this much more my work now than purely taking pictures. All I need is just somebody to pay for it… ;-) A happy side note: my friend I was referring to in my post gave me a call. After thinking for a moment for the “deal” offered, he had given ALLER the finger. I don’t know if that was the right thing to do. But it shows that there is something called personal integrity — and that is something one can be proud off.

good to see y’a. Sure, if you want to flash your credit card for me as well, I have no objec­tions for that. But serioustly, nice to know that you occasio­nally take a look at what I do. I was so furious after this incident, totally upset for several days — and actually, what you see published is the pc-version. I thought of addressing the Aller-guy with his name and a modified l’Oreal add — you know — “Go kill yourself. You’re worth it!” -style, but decided to be as pc as I possibly could. One should never write a blog post while angry, I have learned that the hard way in the past… But: appaling, disgusting, despicable, all time low… any other adjec­tives come to mind for this kind of behavior? I hope all is well il LA — now if Arnie gets that promotion legis­lation through you’ll have plenty of work shooting California commercials — in actual California? ;-) Let’s keep in touch.

Thanks Kari for writing about these things to the web for the general public, not just the photo­graphers’ community. As a hobbyist photo­grapher who from time to time thinks about jumping out from day jobs into more creative fields and start to do more profes­sio­nally photo­graphy it is such a shame to see what is happening in the profes­sional publishing world and how does it reflect on profes­sional photo­graphers, writers and other artists.

Sooner or later, we might in the situation where we — the normal consumers — colla­borate on our own in the publishing of the daily papers. Photos taken with mobile phones, tweeted gossip stories and news straight from the STT wire. We get a kick out of seeing our snapshot printed in the paper or our comment made on the magazine website printed in the sidelines. We are easily enter­tained while at the same time inves­ti­gative and photo journalism was slowly killed and the general concept of quality was taken down the drain.